THE DISTRACTION
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The DISTRACTION
I washed up my hands and face , the side couple were long gone with huge mess inside the restroom
That was the last time I yearned for someone so bad.
Three weeks passed away
He just teach and leave
It makes my insides turn and made me furious without a reason
A Reason of longing we all know
There's a presentation coming up
DR. ZAYN started giving topic to each individual , when he called my name,
Jessica
I raised my hand in response
Your Mammary glands
I flinched
HIGHLY DOUBLE MEANING (I thought )
What?
I didn't get the topii...
Your Topic is mammary glands
I sat down thinking explaining this topic in front of him...
When I looked up to him again
I noticed
He just smirked at me
As if mocking me in a teasing way
And I left
All day and night working I worked up for my presentation and other home assignments but at the day of my presentation I was late for the campus so I was marked absent..
Poor me
As I thought
A scholar came in and announced Dr Zayn students who all are left for presentation will give the presentation to him personally.
A shiver ran down my spine
Personally
At the day of presentation
I knocked at his door
I wore, A molten-gold satin power suit, cut razor-sharp with a plunging, double-breasted blazer that skims the waist before flaring slightly at the hips. The trousers are high-waisted and wide-legged, flowing like liquid metal with every step. Underneath, a sheer black mesh bodysuit embroidered with tiny gold constellations glimmers subtly under the lights.
It’s the kind of look that doesn’t just enter a room—it claims it.
I wore it on purpose
As I want to let him see what he's ignoring for three weeks also it fits my personality really well
Come in, he said
I headed inside
Boldly
He doesn’t say a word—at least not yet. He’s leaning against the bar, one hand wrapped around a glass he’s forgotten to sip, the other tucked casually into his pocket. But his eyes? They’re doing all the talking.
They trail over my molten-gold silhouette like a slow flame, lingering at the sharp cut of her blazer, the shimmer of constellations beneath, the way her heels command the floor. His gaze flickers—appreciation, amusement, a touch of challenge. Like he’s watching a storm roll in and wondering if it’ll strike him next.
When I finally meets his eyes, he lifts a brow—just slightly. The corner of his mouth curves into something between a smirk and a dare. No compliments. No clichés. Just a look that says, “You already know.”
Then, with the kind of voice that’s velvet dipped in mischief, he murmurs,
“Gold suits you. But I bet you wear danger even better.”
You bet I spoke in mind
I walked up to him showing presentation with my one hand on the table other controlling the laptop smoothly I was so close to him at that moment
While showing presentation I caught him look at my breast then waist then hips and my ass, he openly appreciates it with his eyes,
At that moment I bended a little more in a stretch and he takes a breath heavily
My curves now more exposing
My chest heaving
You're doing it again, he said
What, I said looking at him
Distraction
I'm not
You know what you're doing and you'll pay for it once I found any errors in your presentation
He said seductively
You'll be PUNISHED!
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